OPEN POST: THE ANNIVERSARY

[gentleidealist]

THE ANNIVERSARY

[It's been exactly two years since Mithos took over Paradisa. That's two years of delightful massacres, scaring people into the Dead Zone, and manipulating former friends with the ageless face of a Kharlan hero. Two years of your character struggling to hold onto life as they know it while under the shadow of a fearsome ruler from another world. Two years of scraping to get by, cowering in the Dead Zone, waiting for a chance to go home or a death that Paradisa can't-- won't-- give.

There is nothing planned for today, though there are a few whimsical sort of changes that Mithos called for. The angels are on security detail as usual, policing the grounds; however, Mithos and his closest subordinates may be stepping outside. There is a grand feast set up in the ballroom... but angels don't eat, so it's really just for show. The place has the air of a graveyard party where even the dead decide not to attend.

There is an undercurrent of anxiety tonight, a breath held in anticipation. Something is about to happen, and even the insects are quiet.]

CASTLE GROUNDS
INSIDE THE WALLS
THRONE ROOM
BASEMENT
THE OUTSKIRTS
TOWN
DANY'S CAVE
DEAD ZONE SETTLEMENT
THE FOREST

[ooc: HUGE OPEN MINGLING POST for characters who either reside in the castle as angelic little zombies, or people who are returning for whatever reason. Please don't threadjack something without notifying the muns in advance!

You are free to make your own sections if you'd like and I'll add them to this post :)]

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[queensconsort]

Please do not speak of this to anyone. [He rises to his feet and starts to walk toward the entrance, silvery hair trailing behind. He knows he won't be able to fit his true form in this cave.] I have lived among the mortal races longer than I have lived among my own people-- watching and guiding them when needed. There is nothing else I would rather do.

Despite what you may think, I am not invincible. I am old, and I bleed like any other.

[draca]

[ She follows without pause, expression as curious as it is cautious. He speaks of mortal races and living among them longer than among his own kind? ]

I do not think anyone is invincible. [ She once thought her sun-and-stars incapable of falling, but fall he did, and with it her heart. ]

You claim you are old yet you do not look it.

[queensconsort]

[Her observation brings forth a small smile, something genuine and rare. He faces her as he stands at the edge of the cliff.] Elves age much slower than humans. But I am neither.

[It's not a beautiful transformation. He hunches over, smoke swirling about his limbs. His fingers lengthen into claws, and his surface begins to shift and melt: cloak and skin and all. He feels some disorientation as his bones situate themselves into a new shape, and then he is free.

The elf she once knew is now a gargantuan wyrm with scales of crimson, hovering before Dany with effortless beats of his great wings.]

[draca]

[ To say that the queen is surprised would be an understatement. During his transformation she jerks back, hands covering her mouth. Maegi she thinks at first, out of habit, and she has half a mind to call for Drogon ─

Only the words never reach her lips, as the smoke fades and in his place is a dragon as red as Drogon's eyes. ]

You ─

[ It baffles her mind, to say the least, a dragon masquerading as something else, as an elf. She had a feeling the day she met him there was more to him than was seen. Yet none of her wildest dreams ever came close to the truth. ]

[queensconsort]

[Everything had been intentional. The way he presented himself, his manner of speaking, his quiet assurance that he understood things about draconic diets and dragons in particular, because it was part and parcel of being a mage of some import on the world of Azeroth.

This takeover, unfortunately, was not. And he has always been the first to out himself in times of emergency, because he can't watch people be hurt any longer.

He'd perch on the cliff if there was room, but there isn't, so he maintains his distance.]

I am sorry to have deceived you all this time. It was never for personal gain, I assure you.

[draca]

[ She shakes her head, a warm smile on her lips. ]

Do not apologize, sweet Krasus, you have nothing to apologize for. I know more than most the power dragons hold, I know how men lust for it. Such deception is necessary when you do not know who to trust.

[ She moves to the edge of the cliff, purple eyes drinking in the sight. She wants to engrave it into her mind so she will never forget. ]

I wish to touch you, if you would permit it.

[ Dany wonders if he is as warm as her children, if fire thrums underneath his scales. ]

[queensconsort]

[His eyes widen a little, but the surprise is more in his voice than in his body language. He delicately perches on the edge of the cliff, using a tiny bit of magic to adhere himself there and prevent some kind of awful accident.]

Thank you, my lady Khaleesi. Your kindness means more than you know.

[He lays his head on one of his claws, allowing her the chance to touch his his head and neck, if she so pleases.]

You may. I am hardly ticklish.

[Despite being a cold-blooded creature, he is as warm as anything else, with a strong heartbeat and ancient magic coursing through his veins. He watches her with one amber eye.]

[draca]

Daenerys. [ She corrects him. ] Please, call me Daenerys.

[ She takes a step, the first hesitant until she takes the next. Confidence filling her stride until she is close enough to lay a hand on his scales. It surprises her to find him so warm, but it is a pleasant surprise. One that brightens her face with joy.

So warm and strong. ]

You are beautiful and truly magnificent.